Kaya
9 years ago
I decided to run.
Wolfless and endlessly abused, I knew my life in Mistfall would never change—at least, not for the better. If I wasn't killed for sport during one of the drunken orgies others called "parties," I could be sold off as a breeder or a disposable sex slave—a mere plaything to be used and then tossed into the gutter.
My options for escape were as limited as my money. At fifteen, with nothing but the skills to scrub floors and wash dishes, I knew surviving among humans was a fantasy. I'd overheard omegas talk about part-time jobs in coffee shops and restaurants, but the wages they earned could barely buy a week's worth of bread, let alone rent a single room.
So I made the only choice left to me. I would risk everything and join a rogue pack.
